The Cracked Pot

When I saw this of course my thoughts turned to here, this fits so many of us. :)


An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.



One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always
delivered a full portion of water.

At the end of the long walks
from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what
it had been made to do..






After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.

'I am ashamed of myself, because this
crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'

The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's
side?'




'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water
them.'


For two years I have been able to pick
these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.

Without you being just the way you
are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.'


Each of us has our own unique flaw. But
it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so
very interesting and rewarding..




You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in
them.


SO, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the
path!


And send this to any or all of your Cracked Pot friends.


Don't forget the Cracked Pot that sent it to you!!

:)

Good one. Thx for posting.